I’m sure this will be lost to the greys, but here goes. I’ve shared details of this incident before in 2012 (or whatever year didn’t have a follow-up post), but wanted to add more details to what I remember happening.

House on Lake Erie

The women in my family are a mixed bag of crazy. We see, hear, sense, and dream odd things. So trying to write about one really scary story is very hard because every house I’ve lived in was either haunted, or became haunted due to the presence of my mother and I. This story is 100% true- hand to bible-.

This is the story of the two times my father came face to face with a serial killer.

I came across these stories last year and I found them hard to get through, I guess I’m a wuss, but last January something really weird happened to me and I’ve wanted to share it ever since.

I still don’t know what I think of this, but here’s mine. My mother and I have never really had a great relationship, but we were going through a sort of happy period my last two years of college. She’d kicked out my verbally abusive, alcoholic stepfather and I moved back in to save money. I’d been there about a month…

This didn’t happen to me.

When I was sixteen I would sneak out of the house at night get high and read a book (Such a rebel, I know). There was an empty forclosed home next door, and I would get inside via a basement window well and smoke in the basement’s bar area. One night it was raining pretty heavy, and I forgot to bring my lighter. I…